Day: 13 August 2016

you’re off somewhere,
carefree and distant,
content but reluctant,
seemingly put together,
living life.

now you’re behind a desk,
improved you stature,
with a spark that lit,
into a burning fire,
lovingly unfazed by it.

train tracks and bourbon,
with your best friend,
and warm flat coke,
on a random summer night,
lost in the midst of age.

tied up the future,
coming from a broken past,
but you use what had happened,
as a simple get go fast,
break down when it doesn’t last.

free birds,
caged cats,
wild coyotes,
foreign species,
all bleed the same.

the rooftops keep still,
although the weight of the snow pushes down,
they remain silent and motionless,
lit by moon light.

the street lights blur,
beams of tainted yellow,
bouncing off of snowflakes,
guides of the night.

the road remains covered,
few tracks remain clear,
smeared like a mistaken map,
directions are all unclear.

the sidewalks are slush,
slowing down late night pedestrians,
who push on to go home,
with damp feet and cold souls.

i stand by the mail box,
looking forward,
cold and shaking,
lost and alone